Chapter 867: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (13)

Chapter 867: Chapter 867: Scumbag Brother and Scumbag Father, Get Lost (13)

"Yan’er?" Mrs. Zhang walked over worriedly. It was the first time she had seen Meng Wengan in such a sorry state. She instinctively glanced inside the house, recalling that Meng Chongxi was paralyzed and unable to come out, and felt a bit relieved.

At least with him paralyzed, Yan’er wouldn’t get beaten.

This was her immediate thought, but she quickly dismissed it, feeling that such thoughts weren’t good.

Qiann Yan let go of Meng Wengan, who climbed up from the ground and was about to hit her.

No choice, she had to teach this cowardly dog who was fierce at home but meek outside, a good lesson.

"Stop hitting, Yan’er, stop hitting..."

"You’d better behave." Qiann Yan threw away the stick in her hand, her gaze cold as she glanced over the cowering Meng Wengan on the ground.

Meng Wengan was truly scared.

Mrs. Zhang knew Meng Chongxi was paralyzed and couldn’t get up, so she wasn’t as afraid. She hurriedly went to cook, not saying a word about Meng Wengan getting beaten up.

Shouldn’t he have gotten beaten?

Meng Wengan sneaked into Meng Chongxi’s room, weeping and recounting these events, infuriating Meng Chongxi, making his eyes bloodshot.

"Dad, tomorrow is when Boss Huang comes to collect the debt. I have to run and hide. I can’t stay at home, or else if I lose a finger, my future is ruined."

"But I’m penniless and I can only come to take some money."

"Dad, if you agree, blink your eyes."

Of course, Meng Chongxi agreed. This was his lifeline after all. Meng Wengan knew he would agree and had already started searching the room. Very quickly, he found the pouch of silver and rushed outside with it.

Not being able to sell Meng Qianyan, this was his only choice.

As for what would happen to the family after he left, he hadn’t thought that far.

As Meng Chongxi lay on the bed, he felt a bit relieved, having just relaxed his tension, when he heard Meng Wengan’s scream outside. He struggled to get up but couldn’t, only being able to futilely turn his eyes outward, unable to see anything.

Qiann Yan had beaten Meng Wengan again, taking the money pouch back into her possession: "A real man should take responsibility for his wrongdoings. What’s the meaning of running away? Didn’t you say you wanted to be the head of the house? When something happens, you think of running. How can you be the head of the house? More like a pig."

Meng Wengan’s face turned red with humiliation. This was the most disgraceful day of his life.

Qiann Yan picked him up and threw him back into the house: "You can’t run. If you run, what will you say when the gambling house people come tomorrow? Even if you run, let them break your fingers first."

"Yan’er, Yan’er, big brother is begging you, please spare me, I really don’t want to lose a finger."

Qiann Yan found a rope and tied up Meng Wengan: "Begging me?"

"It’s only because you can’t beat me that you’re begging. When were you ever this nice to me? You were even thinking of selling me off for money."

She pressed a point on Meng Wengan’s body to make sure that even if he managed to escape the rope, he wouldn’t have the strength to run far. Only then did she feel at ease to go about her work.

Meng Wengan shouted and yelled inside the room. Feeling it was too noisy, she went back in and gagged him with a cloth strip, leaving him only able to make muffled sounds that couldn’t be heard outside.

At the dinner table, it was just Mrs. Zhang and Qiann Yan.

Mrs. Zhang glanced at the room, hesitantly asking, "Yan’er, is this really how we’re going to decide things?"

"Mother, do you feel sorry for brother? Do you want to sell me off?"

"No." Mrs. Zhang shook her head quickly, "What if your father recovers..."

Then she and her daughter would be living a life of hell. Knowing how protective Meng Chongxi was, Yan’er was bound to suffer greatly.

"Mother, if I can take down Meng Wengan, father will be no problem."

Mrs. Zhang was stunned, just as she heard Qiann Yan say: "Those two can’t be relied upon."

Tears welled up in Mrs. Zhang’s eyes. Isn’t this the way it is for women—marrying a rooster, you follow it as a rooster.